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... girls ! I've half a mind to join Miss Browne , And try one canter up and down . Ah , no - I'll linger here awhile , And dream of days of yore ; For me bright eyes have lost the smile , The sunny smile they wore : - Perhaps they say ...
... girls ! I've half a mind to join Miss Browne , And try one canter up and down . Ah , no - I'll linger here awhile , And dream of days of yore ; For me bright eyes have lost the smile , The sunny smile they wore : - Perhaps they say ...
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... girls , All bustle , blush , and bodice ! Because your eyes are deep and blue , Your fingers long and rosy ; Because a little child and you Would make one's home so cozy ! Because your little tiny nose Turns up so pert and funny ...
... girls , All bustle , blush , and bodice ! Because your eyes are deep and blue , Your fingers long and rosy ; Because a little child and you Would make one's home so cozy ! Because your little tiny nose Turns up so pert and funny ...
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... girl , at the marriage , And whispered " How base she has been ! " You said you were sure it would kill you , If ever your husband looked so ; And you will not apostatize , —will you ? My own Araminta , say " No ! " When I heard I was ...
... girl , at the marriage , And whispered " How base she has been ! " You said you were sure it would kill you , If ever your husband looked so ; And you will not apostatize , —will you ? My own Araminta , say " No ! " When I heard I was ...
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... Girls , when you approach , with one dread , - ( What enchanting wreaths you wear ! ) —That the men will dance no longer , Drawn by an attraction stronger , Beauty Clare . What perfection in your waltzing ! How in vain the women all ...
... Girls , when you approach , with one dread , - ( What enchanting wreaths you wear ! ) —That the men will dance no longer , Drawn by an attraction stronger , Beauty Clare . What perfection in your waltzing ! How in vain the women all ...
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... guess you are thinking - who can tell ? - Of Frank , who is over the sea . How happy they were , that girl and boy , On the garden terrace by moonlight met , When to look in his eyes was the perfect joy. SONGS OF SOCIETY . 59.
... guess you are thinking - who can tell ? - Of Frank , who is over the sea . How happy they were , that girl and boy , On the garden terrace by moonlight met , When to look in his eyes was the perfect joy. SONGS OF SOCIETY . 59.
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Araminta AUSTIN DOBSON ball Beauty Clare beaux bliss blue blush bon compagnie Boodle's bright Brighton CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY charming club curl dance dashing young fellow daughter dear delight dinner dream dress E'en Earl EDMUND YATES eyes face fair fancy fashion feel flirt fond FREDERICK LOCKER Fustian Hall girl glove grace hair half handsomest hear heart heigh-ho JOHN GAY Lady laugh Laurette lips London London-by-the-Sea look Lord lover mamma married MATTHEW PRIOR Minuet Miss MORTIMER COLLINS muse n'est jamais never night Now-a-days Number o'er once passion play pleasant pleasure poet poor pretty quadrille rhyme Rolliad rose round SAVILE CLARKE shade sigh sing smile soft song sorrow sure sweet talk taste tears tell tender There's thing THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thought to-night town Twas verse waltz WILLIAM CONGREVE WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED
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Page 25 - For while she makes her silk-worms beds, With all the tender things, I swear, Whilst all the house my passion reads, In papers round her baby's hair. She may receive and own my flame, For though the strictest prudes should know it, She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet.
Page 99 - There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that...
Page 40 - Both studied, though both seem neglected ; Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected. " With skill her eyes dart every glance, Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance, Though certain aim and art direct them. " She likes herself, yet others hates For that which in herself she prizes ; And, while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.
Page 126 - Breathes on his aching fists in vain, And dooms me to a place more hot. He sees me in to supper go, A silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved and jewelled...
Page 36 - The dews of the evening most carefully shun ! Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Page 116 - Frank. If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer Whiff of the best, the mildest " honey-dew," I would not dance with smoke-consuming Puffer, If I were you! Nellie. If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter, Even to write the Cynical Review : — Frank. No, I should doubtless find flirtation fitter, If I were you ! Nellie.
Page xvii - FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly it, it will pursue. So court a mistress, she denies you, Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men ? At morn and even shades are longest, At noon they are or short or none. So men at weakest, they are strongest, But grant us perfect, they're not known. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men...
Page 72 - Or I am much mistaken. Must Lady Jenny frisk about, And visit with her cousins? At balls must she make all the rout, And bring home hearts by dozens?
Page 100 - Lieutenant of the County. But titles, and the three per cents., And mortgages, and great relations, And India bonds, and tithes, and rents, Oh what are they to love's sensations? Black eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks Such wealth, such honours, Cupid chooses He cares as little for the Stocks, As Baron Rothschild for the Muses.
Page 36 - Your pinners set right, your twitcher tied on, Your prayers at an end, and your breakfast quite done, Retire to some author improving and gay, And with sense like your own, set your mind for the day. At twelve you may walk, for at this time...